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Chapter 1590 Let’s eat a pig first to satisfy our craving!
"Uncle Mao, did you hear that? Mom and Dad are going to bring Uncle Baotu's little sister to our house!"

The happiest one is the boss!

She can't play with the two little fools, the second and third brothers!

If Wu Yunga, who is about the same age as her, could come, she would have a companion!
"Meow!"

The old cat cried out with shamefaced eyes, "Congratulations, little master. When is dinner time? Your uncle Meow is almost deformed by hunger!"

"Eat, eat, eat meat!"

Finally, a tinkling sound was heard in the house. The old cat broke free from the arms of its young master, rushed into the house, squatted beside the stove, and watched Sun Jianping take out pieces of mutton and put them in an enamel plate.

"Meow!"

The old cat was so anxious that he kept smacking his lips!

"Here you go!"

Sun Jianping grinned at the old cat, cut off a piece of lamb chop with fat edges with a dagger and placed it in front of the cat. The old cat didn't hesitate, lowered its head and started eating, smacking its lips as it ate!
"Come on, come on, eat meat, eat meat!"

"I've made you two spend a lot of money just to come here..."

"Uncle, you are talking nonsense. Would you like to drink something? We made the wine last winter. Would you like to try it?"

"On the hour!"

The old man was stunned. Jianping and the others started making wine by themselves?

"Is this made from the grapes from your back hill?"

The old man grabbed the wine glass, looked at the orange-red liquid inside, bent down and smelled it, and it smelled of grapes.

"Well, I thought about giving it a try. Originally, grapes were grown for making wine, but I never had the time to do it."

The old man shook the wine glass, took a sip, and tasted a little sour, a little sweet, and with a strong fruity aroma. The old man smacked his lips, then picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp!

"Brother Baotu, try it too!"

Bao Tu chuckled, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then exhaled, "It doesn't have much taste, just sour and sweet."

The old man glared at his son fiercely!
If you don’t know how to taste wine, just stay away!
"Isn't your Ji family oil mill making a new little liquor? A while ago, Wang Zilin drove a horse-drawn carriage to our place to sell wine. I bought some to try, and it tasted pretty good."

The old man grabbed a piece of mutton, sliced ​​it with a knife, put it in a bowl, dipped it in a little sauce, and ate while chatting with Sun Jianping.

"That was done by several brothers from the Wang family. They are now a bit famous."

"It's because you Han people are smart. Look at your area around Gulu River. People who run workshops, trade geese, make fireworks, make furniture... all of them have made good money. But those Mongolians over there only know how to drink and spend money. They are a bunch of drunkards, nothing good can be done!"

The old man sighed, "Since we have come to this point, I will speak from the bottom of my heart. I really want to send Wu Yunga to your place to study, and to get into a university in the future, to make a name for myself. If he hangs out with wild kids over there, he will be nothing more than a shepherd in the end."

"My eldest brother and sister-in-law are not planning to have another child?"

Qian Huijun asked with a smile, and the old man smiled innocently, "I can't control this matter, it depends on what they think!"

“This matter… hehe!”

Brother Baotu smiled innocently, "If you guys really help me keep an eye on Wuyunga, your sister-in-law and I would really like to have another one!" "If you want one, hurry up, otherwise when you get older, it will be too hard to take care of a child!"

"Of course not! Go back and get this done right away! Be a good son!"

The old man followed suit, he was very sad that he had no grandchildren!
If I go to Changshengtian in the future, how should I explain this to my father and mother?

"I understand, Dad. I'll discuss this with your daughter-in-law when I get back!"

As Baotu gets older, he feels that being a child is too lonely, especially since Wuyunga is still a girl. When she gets married in the future and he and Narenhua grow old, they can only sit in the yurt every day and stare at the sheep on the grassland in a daze!
Ugh!
The meal lasted until after eight o'clock in the evening. Qian Huijun cut a pot of mutton and asked the eldest brother to send it to the Cao family next door. Lao Cao, Aunt Cui and Brother Chungui were not at home. Yueyue and Xingwen were not back from their work-study programs at school. Now the only ones left in such a big house were Sister Xiuzhi and little Xingwu!

Doubao took Dabai and a group of puppies outside to gnaw bones. The little tiger smelled the aroma of mutton, lay in the pigpen angrily, sniffing his nose and wiping his tears!
Humph, the owners have all forgotten about Hu Hu!
Angry!
Let’s eat a pig first to satisfy our craving!
Start with that black pig!

"What's going on?"

Sun Jianping came over with a basin of lamb ribs and saw the little tiger lying in the pigsty wiping his tears. He smiled and knocked on the iron basin. The little tiger stood up by holding on to the wall of the pigsty with its front paws. When it saw the big basin of lamb in his hands, it opened its mouth with joy and panted!
"Ow!"

Hu Hu is hungry and wants to eat meat!

"Like a child, he can even wipe away his tears!"

Sun Jianping walked over, lifted up his sleeves to wipe the little tiger's tears, and then he picked up a piece of lamb spine and handed it to it.

The little tiger bit down, and as its upper and lower jaws shifted, there was a crisp sound, and it easily crushed the hard sheep spine!

But this guy was very picky. He spat out the broken sheep spine and licked the meat on it with his tongue, licking the bone marrow clean as well. In the end, only a few scattered sheep bones were left.

"You're so picky about food!"

Sun Jianping rubbed the little tiger's big round face and put the iron basin in the pigsty. The little tiger took out the bones with mutton one by one like an elegant gourmet and licked the meat on them clean, until he finally licked the fat leg of lamb clean.

This guy finally ate until he was 70% full. He lay down in the pigpen, looked at the bones all over the floor, and playfully twitched his big tail.

"Stay still, there are guests at home, don't run around and scare them!"

Sun Jianping pinched the tiger's ears again and gave it some instructions. The little tiger let out a roar, as if it agreed.

Yawn!

The little tiger was sleepy and yawned loudly. Then he turned over and fell asleep in the pigsty with his belly facing up.

Piglet: Humph, I saved my life!

"I've been thinking about going to your place before it snows recently, and now is the best time to go. Let's go today!"

Early the next morning, Sun Jianping and Baolide and his son drove a horse-drawn carriage and set off for the grassland.

What we saw along the way was really shocking. There were groups of so-called "cashmere goats" roaming around on the hillsides. The grassland that was originally covered with dense autumn grass had become like a bald head due to the digging of the goats' hooves, with many khaki "spots" appearing. When they saw them coming, the goats seemed to sense some unknown danger, and they bleated and looked at them with vigilant eyes.

"Look, all the good grass has been torn apart!"

The old man jumped off the carriage, walked to a meadow with exposed yellow soil, grabbed a handful of yellow sand mixed with grass roots and handed it to Sun Jianping.

Sun Jianping's head was buzzing after watching this!
The grass on the grassland is very thin and fragile. Under the thin layer of surface humus connected by grass roots is bottomless yellow sand. Once the weather is dry and the northwest wind blows, the sand will be blown everywhere. Over time, even the toughest grass will be buried by the yellow sand, eventually forming large areas of sand piles, sand dunes, and deserts!
By that time it will be too late to manage it!

Compared with the huge cost of sand control, the money from selling cashmere is simply insignificant!
Sister Narenhua was not at home. She had taken Wuyunga to school in the banner. The Baotu family's yurt was deserted, with only a few mighty and majestic prairie mastiffs guarding their own pasture. When they saw Sun Jianping, they all wagged their tails and ran over, surrounding him and barking!
(End of this chapter)